Cries Too Hard- The Whitlams :)

Cm             G#
Torch the moon, burn the schools
Bb                     Bdim (or G7)
She wrote in red on her bedroom wall
G#                G7                     Cm    G5  Bb  Cm
"Nothing's pure," the paint runs to the floor

Cm                          G#
She laughs too easily, and cries too hard
Bb               Bdim
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
G#            G
How can she forgive
G                         Cm    G5  Bb  Cm
When we know well what we do

Cm                G#
Feather scratches on her wrist
Bb                         Bdim
Dry run with a bread knife for a final twist
G#                  G                       Cm    G5  Bb  Cm
It wouldnt be for show if it should come to this

Cm                          G#
She laughs too easily, and cries too hard
Bb              Bdim
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
G#               G
How can she forgive  
G                        G#   
When we know well what we do

G#      Eb              G#   Eb             G#
She was born to feel it all, born to see it all
           Eb      F#                B
And when I feel so lightly its still burning brightly
A                G#
And she wont look away

Solo over comping of  Cm -> G#
then
G#   Eb   F#   B   A   G#

Cm              G#
Torch the moon, burn the schools
Bb            Bdim (or G7)
Whys it a man making all the rules
G#          G7              Cm    G5  Bb  Cm
Frida Kahlo poster on her door

Cm                         G#
She laughs too easily, and cries too hard
Bb              Bdim
Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run
G#                  G
How can she forgive
G                          Cm    G5  Bb 
When we know well what we do

G#          Eb      F#               B
And when I feel so lightly its still burning brightly
A                   G#
And she wont look away
B        A      G#
She won't look away....